Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 85

Jiang Yun's cooking speed was very fast. After the bonfire was lit, the chicken pieces were quickly put into the pot and blanched in water.

He fried the chicken to a sugary color, and after stir-frying the blanched chicken pieces, he added water and seasonings, put in the bamboo shoots, covered the chicken and stewed it immediately.

The whole process is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it does not exceed 10 minutes.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded, and they suddenly became confused about the difficulty of cooking.

"The Taoist is frying sugar in the wild, it's too beautiful."

"I never fry sugar, I can only make do with soy sauce [laughing and crying]"

"Old soy sauce, it really saved my mother's cooking skills."

"Let me tell you the truth, as long as I am good at cooking, within a radius of one kilometer, I can smell the smell without looking in the direction, and I can rush there with a basin."

"Excuse me, how can I inadvertently let the uncles and aunts in our cafeteria see Taoist Master's cooking skills [dog head saves life]"

When going to the mountains to collect herbs, it is really necessary to bring a pressure cooker to cook.

Not only because the pressure cooker cooks quickly, but more importantly, the altitude on the mountain is relatively high, the air pressure is low, and the boiling point of water is lower than that on the plain. Many foods cannot be cooked in ordinary pots at all.

Like ordinary noodles and rice, even if it is half-cooked, there is no problem in eating it, but a lot of meat contains parasites. If it is not cooked properly, if you eat it, you will suffer from malnutrition, or you will die directly.

After half an hour.

Jiang Yun relieved the pressure and opened the lid of the pot, and said: "After the stewed bamboo shoots with pheasant are pressed, don't rush to eat it. You have to simmer for a while on high heat to collect the juice, so that it tastes right."

"Simmer some noodles in the pot, then add some monosodium glutamate, a little salt and pepper to taste, and finally a little cooking oil, and the little aroma will come up after scratching."

"Mr. Zhang, it's time to eat. There are a bunch of wild onions over there. When you come over, pick them up."

Jiang Yun went into the bamboo grove, washed the shallots, cut them into chopped green onions, and sprinkled them in. Isn't this a good dish?
One bowl per person, directly opened.

The old priest Zhang Zhishun took a sip of noodles, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really a pity that you boy studied in Daomen Comprehensive University. If you go to Lanxiang to learn how to cook, you must have a bright future."

"Based on this mouthful of noodles, the old man can judge that you have the talent to become a chef."

Jiang Yun held the bowl and said dumbfoundingly: "Mr. Zhang, I grew up in Tianyuan Taoist Temple and joined Taoism very early. If I don't take the Daomen Comprehensive University, where else can I go?"

"If I go to Lanxiang, what should I learn? Do I learn to cook with an excavator?"

"My old man feels that it's good for you to learn to cook vegetables with an excavator. After all, no matter what age you are, you can't starve to death as a craftsman." Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun said very sincerely.

Jiang Yun: "..."

The water friends in the live broadcast room listened to the conversation between the two, and many of them laughed so hard that their stomachs ached.

"Fuck, brothers, think about the scene where the Taoist priest is wearing a Taoist robe and driving an excavator to cook vegetables. Isn't it magical?"

"The way of thinking of the older generation is really different from ours!"

"Excuse me, college students especially like to watch this. Is it normal for me?"

"How much is Dao Chang's dish sold in restaurants? I suddenly want to try it."

"What Zhang Zhishun said is basically the same as what my grandma said [laughing and crying]"

After dinner, it was almost dusk.

After washing the pots and pans, the two rekindled a bonfire next to the sleeping bag.

Sitting next to his sleeping bag, Jiang Yun recited the evening class "Zhixin Mingming Ritual".

"Hunyuan Six Heavens, the master of preaching the Dharma, cultivating the truth and enlightening the Tao, helping all the fans. Universally serving all living beings, eliminating disasters and obstacles, turning 82..."

Senior Taoist Zhang Zhishun hugged Xiao Bai, and he followed the water friends in the live broadcast room, listening with great interest for more than an hour.

It wasn't until the end of Jiang Yun's evening class that he stretched himself, and his joints crackled non-stop.

"Mr. Zhang, this evening class is taught by my master. How do you feel? Are there any mistakes?"

"Who is your master? He is the real Chisong!" The old priest Zhang Zhishun stroked his beard and said, "If there are mistakes in what he teaches, then our Taoism will be over."

"Put your heart back in your stomach, what your master taught, you can't go wrong."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were a little confused.

"The anchor's master is in Taoism, is he very powerful?"

"Master Chisong, Daoist Chisong, Chisongzi, my god, the master's lineage of the anchor is amazing!"

"The in-service teacher of Daomen Comprehensive University said: Senior Chisong's background and cultivation are far more complicated than you imagined."

"Shut up, have you forgotten the confidentiality agreement? Are you a teacher of what major or department at Daomen Comprehensive University?"

"Fuck, fellow water friends, don't take my words seriously, am I really joking?"

"Huh? Something's wrong, should I still trust science?"

……

Zhang Zhishun looked at the confused Jiang Yun, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you boy, you will know the true identity of your master one day."

"Old man, I have listened to your "Zhixin Mingming Ritual" today, and I have benefited a lot. Then I will also teach you a breathing method."

"Has your master ever told you about the "Yuqing Jinyan (SI) Qinghua Secret Text" compiled by real Zhang Ziyang?"

Jiang Yun shook his head with a puzzled look on his face, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

According to the secret history records in the Daomen Comprehensive University Library, "Qinghua Secret Text" is the summary and sublimation of the inner alchemy breathing method "Wuzhen Pian" compiled by real Zhang Boduan.

In the entire Taoist sect, there are not many people who have learned these two secret books, and I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to be one of them.

"Sit down, kid, close your eyes and listen carefully to what this old man tells you." Zhang Zhishun said loudly, stroking his beard.

His voice is very penetrating, and it hits people's hearts directly.

Not only Jiang Yun, but even the water friends in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"When a thought arises, thinking about one who can't be quiet on a daily basis, this is a stalk, and you have to get rid of it quickly. After a long time, you will be familiar with it. There is nothing greater than happiness and anger in a wrong thought. When you think about it when you are angry, you will not be angry. What is wrong?"

"You know what you like, but you don't like it, everything is the same..."

"If the mind seeks tranquility, it must first treat the eyes. The eyes are the masters of mind wandering. The mind wanders in the eyes and serves the heart. Therefore, it guides the eyes and makes them return to the heart."

"Close the mouth and close the teeth, the tongue touches the roof of the palate... Every breath and every breath makes it go in and out of the dantian."

After Jiang Yun sat down in meditation, he listened intently, and within 5 minutes, he felt his breathing getting weaker and weaker.

The ubiquitous white clouds in Wudang Mountain emerged from all directions and surrounded him.

His consciousness went up and down following the ups and downs of the clouds and mist. When the clouds rose, even his meridians stopped functioning. After the clouds fell, his whole body was cool and his meridians were unobstructed, making him feel very comfortable.

I don't know how long it took before Jiang Yun woke up after the clouds cleared.

Seeing that the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun was still in meditation at this time, he picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, feeling horrified in his heart.

"Damn it, what kind of fairy art is taught by old Taoist Zhang, I managed to get into samadhi for three seconds!"

"Keep talking, what three seconds, are you a real man for three seconds?"

"Uh, upstairs, the guy above you doesn't seem to be talking nonsense. I also succeeded in entering the samadhi, but I feel that my whole body is wrapped in a white cloud. After waking up, I am full of energy."

"Me too."

"..."

"What are you talking about? Why didn't I respond after listening to it? Could it be that I'm not talented?"

(End of this chapter)